A colleague of mine gets sent to a para- suicide (someone who has been rather unsuccessful in life and in attempted death). Anyway, she arrives at the, shall we call it a venue, only to be greeted by, the ever to eager to assist, bystanders that gravitate to these types of things. Remind me about bystanders some time. Various versions of the events are relayed as are different degrees of injury and level of consciousness.
After dispatching the bystanders with her usual sarcasm, she moves inside - only to be greeted by a woman (mid 30's, slight of build) being set upon by 3 large men, 1 per arm and 1 on the pelvis. A 3rd, in full clerical regalia is halfway through the rights of exorcism.
The moral is; don't slit your wrists in Cape Town. Failing that, anti- depressants and alcohol are a bad mix.
PS. instead of the usual deep croaky demonic voice quoting Lucifer's Book o' the Damned, this chick whips out the South African Constitution - how's that for possession?
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